Seeing our parents as flawed is often a challenging concept to grasp.
My sense of security was wiped. The notion that we were relatively safe was a false reality and that incident gave us that rude awakening. I had no peace after. I barely slept and panic attacks were served with breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Pain, in its many forms, is inevitable.
What we do with the experience of pain will determine how we move forward.
As I see it, the experience of death stays. Even as I go through the stages of grief, I take my dead loved ones (guardian angels) with me in my going and coming.